THAT FATEFUL LAST GOODBYE

The egotistical politician

On the payroll of the condemned

Chews the fat with war heroes

And life’s victims on the mend

 

Imprisoned yet not in prison

The proletariat they sit and wait

For flawed Karl’s reincarnation

Which will seal the bourgeoisies’ fate

 

Hapless victims in the desert

So tortuously displayed

By a generation moulded of shame

On a crusade to degrade

 

Punk’s Godfather plays the riff of pain

Composed when sleeping rough

Scroll forward forty years or more

He’d still not had enough

 

To tear him from the shackles

Of the needle and the line

He never traded his art for fare

When up there on cloud nine

 

The bitter downfall of the Shepherd

Best keep secret, best left untold

The mythical trumps the actual

For now put the truth on hold

 

Little Sparrow she would chirp to me

On the Boulevard Voltaire

She sang a song of affirmation

As a message not a prayer

 

Life had always fazed her

She took nothing in her stride

She claimed to have no regrets

Yet from front page news she’d hide

 

And every time First Lady Ella sang

That fateful last goodbye

I guessed she must be in the know

That love’s bond does not untie

 

Yet nothing else ever mattered

The Mighty Het proclaimed

To anyone who’d listen

With an open mind unrestrained

 

Little concerns the Ladies Man

Not going home nor aberrations

For in the blackness of the void

They take arrivals, not embarkations